User blog comment:Biggren/A Highway Beast's Life/@comment-3135907-20120102183904/@comment-3135907-20120228221104

"The next beast tae take a step gets this one!" the ermine says nodding at his arrow. "Lay down yer weapons, aye, slow like. No sudden moves if'n ye think yer life's worth livin'!" Fangscourge unbuckles her longsword and throws it down contemptuously. "Galfin MacAardn, I should have known you'd be back." Her troops look to her for the command to attack. Her answer is unexpected to them from a beast that claims to be of noble blood: "Do as he says, before he kills you, you fools! That beast can whip out a hundred arrows in five minutes if he had a mind to it. Now!" The vermin drop all their swords and other assorted weaponry in a heap. "Now, lie flat on yer faces, ye wully wurms," says the MacAardn ermine. "Thee as well, Fangscourge!" "This is a disgrace!" cries the ferret. "I will not have it!" "Then 'twill be ye who receives this arrow o' mine." "Alright," she says contemptuously, lying facefirst in the dirt.